Conversation · A Folded Library Card

The library card is folded into two and still slightly wet to the touch. The front side reads: "Central Jamrock Public Library Card. Issued to Billie Méjean, expires July '53."

Billie is a unisex name. Could be the deceased or his family member?

[Put it away.]

"Good, we've examined the library card -- that should be enough for our colleagues. Now we can call the station from my Kineema and hand over the case."

You put the library card away.

Look at the backside.

"If lost, please return the card to the library. Dial 005-02-55-211 or visit us at Meroe Street 78, Jamrock. Business hours: 09.00 to 18.00."

"Good." He takes a note. "We should give them a call from my Kineema, see if we can learn anything about Billie Méjean."

Good idea. There was plenty of information here to go by.

Something tells you you should give them a call.

"We already decided to let the station handle this case, so there's no need for us to call the library."

You already decided to let the station handle the case, so there's no need to call the library.

"We should first decide what to do with the body, before taking any other actions. Let's take another look at the body and talk things through."

You should first decide what to do with the corpse, before taking any further actions. Talk to the lieutenant about it.

Look inside.

Whoever owns this card is an avid reader: you find a list of books written in blue pencil: 'Radiothriller', 'Stand a Little Less Between Me and the Sun'. The last one in the list is 'The Glinting Curve', by M. Thibault. A library stamp indicates that the book has been returned.

Most of these titles seem to be in the sci-fi genre. Some thrillers too.